Rudest thing someone has done to you while running?

downtown Burlington VT during rush hour, I had a car full of rowdies yell "run forest run" at me. I was in a bad mood so I flipped them off. They cursed me out, I responded in kind. Unfortunately for them they stopped paying attention to the road and rear ended the car in front of them. I had a good chuckle over that one.

Another time I was almost killed when a car came up behind me and zipped past at ~80 mph. I was running against traffic but this moron was driving in the wrong lane in order to pass someone who was going slower. Illegally crossing a double yellow line of course. He missed me by maybe 2 feet.

The last time I was in Portland:

I was running on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was running along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid.

Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, f*ggot," and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of ****heads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, ran down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, "Hey, f*ggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said, "I don't know" and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car. They screeched to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you god damn f*ggot, we're gonna kill you, you mother****er."

So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you mother****er, we're gonna kill you, you god damn f*ggot." I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, "Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now." They said, "Alright, f*ggot, we're calling the police." So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you," throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what happened here? It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first" So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah, ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit, the mother****er put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him. I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him." So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.

I was cycling, not running, but it might make you chuckle anyway.

When riding my bike home from work at a local fast-food joint around midnight at age 18, a car pulled up alongside me and slowed down, and I thought "uh-oh". Someone leaned out of the open passenger window and shot a stream of something wet at me, all over the front of my polyester uniform. I kept pedaling, frightened because I didn't know what I'd been hit with. I carefully reached a finger down to scrape some of the stuff off my front, held it up to my face, saw that it was shaving cream, and rode off with great relief. I'm sure the kids who sprayed me thought it was hilarious and I did too after a little thought.

Outkicked me - and it happens way too often.

in comparison the hoodlums up in the wissahickon area are paragons of courtesy

Lots of old people around where I live and they are the biggest a55holes...

Most of the time if I'm running down the sidewalk, they will actually try to block my path. There is a popular running/walking area near here that I hit up quite often, and one section of it runs by a very busy road so there is a guard rail and no path except the sidewalk. Numerous times as I've approached I will have an old person (almost always a woman) literally stare me down as she stands her ground, forcing me to nudge my way by. I'm almost always dripping sweat when this happens and will rub right up against them and keep running. Small revenge. Women with strollers are almost just as bad.

Also problematic are old people at the wheel. This time it's usually the men. Lots of four way stops around here. If I get to the stop at the same time or just before a car driven by someone over the age of 60, there is an 80% chance they will immediately gun it so as to cut me off. This NEVER happens with younger people, many of whom will wave me on even if they were there several seconds before I reach the intersection.

I don't know what happens as you age...

BEST thing wrote:

I think he said 'jump in'. So I screeched to a halt, and stood there in that ice cold water for a few seconds. That made my day - and made the last 2 miles feel good. Dude - if you are reading this - THANK YOU!

I DID read this just now -- you're welcome!

Jump in anytime!

40oz of fun wrote:

[...]Also run forest run is just the laziest attempt at being rude to someone running in America. Say something like "East Africans dominate your sport and will continue to do so for decades: quit forest quit!"

Something very strange happened to me the other day. I was somewhere in the middle of a training run when I see a guy on a bike coming towards me on the other side of the bike path. As he drives by he says with a strange, flat voice: "the whites will win"

I am not even sure if it was directed towards me, but it would be even stranger if he was saying it to himself out loud...

Runninginthedark wrote:

Big Red wrote:

Running in my hometown Sudbury MA, back in the day, a car pulled right in front of me into a side street just as I hit the intersection. The driver looked me in the eye as he cut me off.

I was doing a workout, a 3 mile run right about 5:00 per mile. Without breaking stride, I bounded over the hood of his car, planting my foot squarely in the middle of it, and continued on my way.

Man that had to have looked like something straight out of an action movie, thanks for sharing

Lol and with a username of big red, I've known lots of "big reds" and they're usually well over 6 feet with flaming red hair. Just imagine a tall lanky red head squashing the hood of a car without breaking stride.

Some BBWs flashed their big juggs.

Ya maybe that's his training mantra for the upcoming Aryan Race.

People let their aggressive dog roam free without any fencing on their property to keep it contained. While unintentional, I find this ruder than run forest run or any other heckling. Its just annoying because society doesn't see this person as an ***h*** and yet they could kill you. At the same time, you can't prevent them from doing it, a conversation would go like oh my doberman pincher fluffy is so friendly, he'd never hurt anyone, he's only bitten people 5 times, no reason for him to be fenced up, dogs like to roam.

40oz of fun wrote:

Ya maybe that's his training mantra for the upcoming Aryan Race.

funny :)

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A guy called me a fag not too long ago. That is the rudest thing that someone has done to me while running. I just coulnd't believe it.

It happens quite often on a narrow road that a car coming towards me will stop to let another car pass by from the other direction. And I almost always get the feeling that they are in no hurry to get out of my way after the other car has already passed. I never know if they are trying to diss me or if it's just the way the traffic rules are? That the car on the side of the walker/runner/biker should let the other vehicle go first?

Reg Fields wrote:

jimmy chonga wrote:

I actually yell at runners to run against traffic. They probably think I'm an idiot, when I'm a runner too.

See idiots running on no shoulder roads at rush hour. Only takes a second for some commuter to look at their phone and clip the person.

A biker actually yelled at me yesterday for running against traffic. He was biking with traffic of course. Anyone else ever experience this?

There are two schools of thought on this - when you run WITH traffic you have driver expectation, normal flow of traffic, and visibility working in your favor. Also, you don't approach an intersection from a driver's blind spot.....THIS IS THE HUGE ONE.

Cyclists ride with traffic; why not u?

Dumb kids riding their bikes on the sidewalk coming down a hill. I move over the grass to let them have the whole side walk and the punk must have felt cocky because he decides to play chicken with me and ride directly at me. He misses me but I give him a good stiff arm on his shoulder that causes him to fly across the sidewalk out of control and into the street heading right at car going up the hill.

If you have ever watched a situation like this it seems to be in slow motion. I really did not want to kill the kid. luckily he missed the car!

This kid of course after the incident wanted to fight but I was able to convince him that 2 12 year olds could not take a 50 year old runner.

I got hit on the arm with a full beer bottle. Big bruise on my upper arm. The bottle landed in the grass, unbroken. I took it home, and drank it after putting in the freezer for 10 minutes. It was Iron City, so it sucked, but it was somewhat poetic anyway.

I just remembered this one from about fifteen years ago.

I was doing 400 and 800 repeats on a local school track when a walker entered and promptly went to the inside lane.

We two were the only persons on the track.

I was careful to veer to the line separating the first and second lane whenever I was going cw and he was walking ccw.

After a couple repeats he threw a shoulder into me, knocking me off balance into the other lane, because he didn't think anyone should go in the "wrong direction."

I told him that I was going to put him on the ground if he did not move to the 7th lane. He did and later apologized profusely. I was actually proud of my restraint under the circumstances.

I've seen groups of guys start to get all amped up like they want to do something, but as I get closer to them and they realize the hunk of athletic man that I am, they cower and usually wish me a good day with a "sir" attached to the end as in "good day sir".

I regularly have drivers stare at me as I'm running through a 4-way stop and still accelerate into my path.

I've also had plenty of old women walking side by side, taking up the whole sidewalk or path, and refusing to move. I usually clip them, as I do with the ghetto walkers in Lane 1 at the track.

Can't wait to get the f out of the city.